Hogwarts Shippuden

There wasn't much on the flyer. In short, there was a guy named Ludo Bagman who set up a betting table around the Quidditch World Cup Finals.

Just go to the ninth box written on the flyer to find him before the game starts, you can bet.

The content of the bet is very simple, which is to bet on the two teams participating in the Quidditch World Cup Finals, Bulgaria and Ireland, who can win the final victory.

Of course, this is just a basic bet.

In addition, you can also bet on the "first blood" of the game, which is which team will score the first Quaffle goal, or how many minutes after the game starts. scored.

There is also the final score of the game, how big the difference will be, and so on...

For ordinary wizards, it is normal to bet nine out of ten.

If there is no certainty of victory, George and Fred will not mysteriously want Raquel and Cedric to enter the game.

"I heard, Mr. Grindelwald..." Fred leaned over to Kyle with a dog face.

George took Kyle's shoulder from the right, and connected with the second half of the sentence that Fred did not say, "Will it be a prophecy?"

good guy! You are waiting here.

Kyle glanced at the two of them speechlessly, "I will take 20% of the money you win."

The flattering expressions on George and Fred's faces grew even more, "It should be."

They looked at Cedric, "Sed, what do you say?"

Hearing what the two of them said, Cedric's face turned straight, and he scolded sternly, "How come you guys got involved with gambling at such a young age? Inseparable from poison!"

Kyle was stunned for a moment, "Is it impossible to live with poison? What about Huang Hegai?"

Hearing this, Cedric's serious expression suddenly disappeared without a trace, "How much are you going to bet? Take me one."

His sudden show almost broke the waists of the other three fathers.

"The money we have on us can be used," George calculated, "let's bet three thousand Galleons."

"I also bet three thousand." Fred also expressed his position.

Although the twin brothers received a lot of money from the Gringotts Heist, they couldn't just use it directly.

Wizards have zero financial skills, but they are not stupid.

If the Weasley family, who has always been a poor ghost, suddenly has a huge fortune of unknown origin, anyone can imagine that the Gringotts robbery must be related to them.

Therefore, George and Fred can only bet with the income they can find on the bright side, that is, the income from the sale of alchemy props in the Weasley Magic Tricks Workshop they opened.

"Then I'll bet three thousand as well." Cedric looked at Kyle, "How about you?"

"I'm running out of pocket money."

Saying that, Kyle took out the purse that had been cast with the Traceless Stretch Curse from his pocket and looked at it. It was glittering with gold, and Kyle's writing wheel eyes couldn't see exactly how many gold Galleons were there.

"Then..." He hesitated, "then bet fifty thousand Galleons."

As soon as Kyle opened his mouth, the other three worried fathers immediately felt a strong Versailles breath coming towards them.

"Put your bets on me," Kyle reached out and took the flyer of the Crown Casino in London in the hands of the twin brothers. "I know Ludo Bagman, and the gambling products are very bad."

He put the flyer in his pocket and said, "If it's my bet, he won't dare to default if he wants to."

Who dares to rely on the account of the three generations of Meguro Demon King, don't let it die?

When the other three fatherly griefers handed over most of their wealth to Kyle, there was a deep and deep sound of gongs from somewhere far away in the woods.

Immediately after the gong sounded, thousands of red, green and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road leading to the arena.

This means that the Quidditch World Cup is about to begin.

"Time's up! Children!" said Mr. Weasley's excited voice from a distance. "Come here, let's go!"

"This is coming!"

...

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone, clutching their purchases, walked briskly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

They could hear hundreds of people walking around, shouting, laughter, and intermittent singing.

Kyle came to his father Gellert's side, fumbled for a long time in his pocket, and finally found a skull with a long hose from his pocket.

He handed the skull to Grindelwald and lowered his voice, "Dad, can you predict the outcome of this match?"

Grindelwald looked back from Dumbledore in front and turned to Kyle, "What do you mean?"

"Betting on the ball!" Kyle was not ashamed of his cheating at all, on the contrary, he was very righteous, "Otherwise, what else can I do?"

There was a smile on the corner of Grindelwald's mouth, "No problem, I haven't gambled for a long time."

I didn't pick up the skull in Kyle's hand. Like this kind of small prophecy, Grindelwald could get the result even without the skull.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes as he continued to follow the group at a leisurely pace.

There seems to be magical brilliance flowing in those deep eyes.

Seeing this, Kyle reached out and grabbed his father's arm, fearing that he would not look at the road later and accidentally trip over something, which would be embarrassing.

After a while, Grindelwald opened his eyes.

...

After walking with the team in the woods for about twenty minutes, they finally came out from the other side of the woods.

Kyle looked up at the magnificent golden walls of the arena, where they were in the shadow of a huge gymnasium.

Carefully looking at the structure of the competition venue, Kyle thought he had traveled back to the flower garden.

This venue is really similar to the Bird's Nest.

Looking at the stadium in front of him, Mr. Weasley proudly introduced: "In order to make this game a success, 500 employees of the Ministry of Magic have been working on the construction of the stadium since last August."

George and Fred pouted in disdain when they heard what their father said.

"I'm working on the purse of our beloved Minister."

"George! Fred! Stop talking nonsense!"

Percy heard the disrespectful remarks against the Minister of Magic, and scolded his two younger brothers.

George put his hands on his hips~www.NovelMTL.com~ I said Percy, you just got an intern position at the Ministry of Magic, and your **** is starting to crook? "

Fred's words were even more ruthless. His eyes glanced at Percy's brand-new clothes, "I don't know where this clothes came from."

Percy's face flushed instantly.

The clothes he is wearing now cost the twin brothers' money.

Cannibalism is soft and short-handed, not to mention that in the past few years before he found a formal job, the pocket money that Mrs. Weasley had collected from the twins and handed it over to him.

This hand is even shorter than Corgi.

Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley appeared in time and gave the twin brothers a head-scratcher, which saved Percy.

After all, Cornelius Fudge was also Mr. Weasley's immediate boss.

It's always bad to speak ill of people behind their backs, even though it's true.